Yan Ming began a serious investigation, but since the place had turned into a sealed room, all efforts seemed to be in vain.
The group was overwhelmed by a sense of impending doom, feeling like fate had decreed their end.
These Black Robed People truly were vicious and cunning, stirring up such tricks even in their own base, afraid they wouldn't kill enough people.
"They probably intend to suffocate us all to death."
Not to mention the underhanded methods, but this basement wasn't very large, and air consumption wouldn't last long.
The thought that their ultimate death would be by suffocation made them feel like it was a disgraceful end for their ancestors through eighteen generations.
Dragon Spirit calmly replied, "No."
At this moment, in the eyes of the Special Administration Bureau people, Dragon Spirit held significant authority; whatever he said, they believed.
But as they raised their spirits,
Dragon Spirit's next words quickly plunged their hearts into despair.
